nearly sincere

my emotions are bottled up like cheap perfume

that permeates the room upon spill

this place just makes me want to sleep, i resume

to hush hush. be silent. be still.

and here walk the users, the fakest of fakes

this place was one of my bigger mistakes

and all of these things crawl around in my head

but i swear you heard not a word that i said

and you tell me you know what it feels like to fall

you tell me i make you feel three inches tall

and i am the rope you tie round your neck tight

and i am the one who keeps you up at night

and oh, it’s all my fault, and i am to blame

you stand in my shadow and call out my name

well you can throw pity parties, but you can be sure

when your guests arrive i won’t be at your door

 

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((if you’re reading this, it’s not about you))